Sweet and Salty ~ Carl Grimes

Damn - 071

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Too damn hot.

It was the only words going through anyone's heads. Well, maybe not Judith. The toddler didn't have to walk, and she had her hat on. The little shade there was on the road could only fit one person to walk in, and the group made sure that one person was the person carrying Judith. Everyone else, however? Yea, they were screwed.

There was even a dozen or so walkers on their asses, but they were too hot to deal with it. Their bags of clothes, and personal items were strapped on their backs, going around their waists too in an attempt to take the weight off their shoulders... But, in the growing heat, nobody could hack it. They knew it wouldn't be too much longer, soon the days would come where Autumn would be around the corner, but for now?

It was too damn hot.

Brooks was walking ahead of the group, her red and black flannel tied around her waist, her white spaghetti strap tank top risen slightly from her blue denim shorts. Her feet were the worst though, trapped in hiking boots, and socks that made sure the shoes didn't rub, it made her entire body feel 10X warmer than it should've been. The heat felt damn biblical, like they were being punished for something that the apocalypse wasn't enough for.

Maybe it was the incident that got Tyreese killed, but that was a long time ago, now. Maybe it was Abraham using his gun to kill a walker, instead of his knife, because he was arguing with Rosita and getting frustrated - that is what ultimately brought the dead down on them on Brooks' birthday, a week ago. They'd been without vehicles for a week, and with the weather how it was... The same damn road.

The feeling of light headedness took over young Brooks Dixon as her knees buckled, and hit the floor a second later. Her palms hit next, going out in front of her. Her bag feeling heavier on her back as she kneeled to the ground. Her name escaped several people's mouths, but her aunt Michonne had been closest, and therefore the first to her side.

"Look at me, sweetie." Michonne demanded, grabbing her niece's cheeks and forcing her glossy eyes upon her own. 

"I'm alrigh'." Brooks mumbled, tearing her head away as Merle shoved Carl out of the way to kneel the other side of Brooks. "I'm fine, really." She said, meeting her father's concerned gaze.

"No, you're not." Merle demanded, taking off his bag and pulling out his mostly empty water bottle. "Drink this."

Brooks shook her head, cringing away from it. "That's our last one, I won't drink our last drop."

"You have too." Michonne insisted, removing Brooks' bag from her weak arms.

"I-" The young girl started.

"Drink it, Bambi." Merle stated, staring into her eyes. With their limited conversation, Brooks hadn't heard the nickname in months. Something in her heart shifted, and she couldn't say no to him. Begrudgingly, she took the bottle and downed the last three sips they had.